Endlessly (Jamie Dornan) *COMPLETED*

Chapter 6

                 

A/N: We've got a lot going on and I'm going to push these two along rather quickly, so fasten your seatbelts because we're getting to the good stuff now...

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I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing against my nightstand. I reached for it, answering lazily.

"Hello?" I yawned.

Jamie's laugh filled my ears causing me to smile. I wanted to wake up to the sound of him every day, except in person.

"Good morning, sunshine," he said. "Did I wake you?"

I grunted.

"Ah, yes." I could hear him grinning on the other end. "I wish I was sorry, but you can sleep on the plane tonight."

My heart began racing as the sleepy daze wore off and I realized we were leaving for London in a few hours.

"I'll be too excited to sleep," I replied.

"Glad to know you're excited."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"No reason," he said, "just glad, because I'm excited, too."

"What time is it anyway?" I asked.

Before he could answer I checked the clock by my bed.

"7:30?! Jesus, Jamie, you could let a girl sleep in!"

"Oh, I didn't keep you up that late last night," he argued.

His comment made me smile. We'd spent a night in and I'd made him my mother's famous chicken spaghetti recipe. He'd helped me mix the ingredients, set the table, and do the dishes after. The pink and white lilies he'd brought were the perfect centerpieces, even though they were going to die with no one home to care for them.

"Whatever," I said playfully, "how can I assist you at such an early hour?"

"Well, I figured I'd call before I just knocked on the door."

Shit, I would've offered to let him stay the night if I knew he' be back at the crack of dawn.

"Be right there."

I hung up and frantically searched for a hair tie as well as pants and a shirt. I was used to sleeping in my underwear and sports bra; having a man in my life might change that. I twisted my hair up into a messy bun and pulled on the nearest black yoga pants. I didn't have time to brush my teeth, so I ran to the door with my tank top in hand.

I unlocked it as he stood there in black basketball shorts and a white tee, with a New York Yankees hat to match. He'd clearly been on his daily jog. In his one hand he held a carrier with two coffees and in the other a paper bag. He stared at me even after I stepped aside for him to enter. Then it occurred to me I didn't have a shirt on.

"Sorry," I said, "come in." I quickly dressed and he shut the door behind him.

"No need to apologize," he replied, "won't mind waking up to that every morning."

The thought hit me suddenly that he would be seeing me 24/7 for the next few weeks. But that also meant I'd be seeing him at all hours of the day, which left me anxious. He pressed a soft kiss to my temple and I was grateful it wasn't on the lips since I had full-on morning breath.

"And I won't mind waking up to you with coffee every morning," I said.

I caught him blush. He wasn't expecting a similar rebuttal.

"I had to come make sure you're packed."

I scoffed. "Of course I'm packed. I've been packed and ready, waiting on you."